Seized by the Star Wolf (4 page)

Down below hung his massive testicles, heavy in their sacs… The
glands that were the core of his brute male instincts, which compelled him to find a healthy young female and mate.

The cock
itself was probably larger around than Emily’s wrist, and long as her forearm… I didn’t have much basis for comparison, but he certainly put my stable boy to shame. The thick red-brown head of it now poked from the sheath of the foreskin, a clear droplet at the slit of it betraying the urgency of his desire.

Sawagga carried me over so that I could get a better view of the proceedings from the side.

At the same time, we moved a bit closer. It was then that I noticed that there was a band of darker flesh near the base of Gall’s cock, partially hidden by the thick hair there. It seemed slightly swollen, like a band of thicker tissue at the penis’s base…

Oh my God,
I thought.
Is it really is a knot, like a wolf’s?
A knot that upon mating would swell, to keep the penis secured inside the female’s sheath while the wolf slowly emptied his seed into her, to assure a good mating.

His cock looked so human, albeit huge… Gall himself looked so human, despite the hair and fangs and amber eyes. But that little band of darker flesh near the base of his manhood, which I had only noticed when I’d gotten close, betrayed that he really was a Star Wolf

I trembled a little. From behind me, Sawagga reached down and again stroked my belly through my dress in that strangely comforting gesture.

“Sarah, do not fear for her,” he said. “There have been wolf-mothers who were that small before.
And your little friend needs it badly… I can smell her heat. Only Gall can give her what she needs now. She will not be hurt.”

I nodded, trying to believe it as Gall moved forward over her, on his hands and knees, his giant organ approaching her vulnerable womanhood from behind…

Gall grasped Emily’s waist in his huge hands.

With a grunt, he thrust his pelvis forward--

His cock missed its mark, though, gliding up over the crack of her arse so that it stopped with the reddened head of the organ resting in the small of her back. The contrast of that massive, olive-hued organ against her pale skin made me shiver again.

It seemed impossible that it would fit inside of her…

But Emily turned her head back and looked to Gall expectantly, her eyes half-lidded with the heaviness of her desire, her mouth open and panting in her excitement.

Gall slid back again… and again stabbed his cock forward with a grunt.

This time, his aim was true. From where I stood, I could see that the head of his cock was now embedded in Emily’s womanhood.

Gall thrust forward in short, swift strokes… And with each one he nestled himself further
and further up into her belly.

C
laiming his territory by inches.

Emily yelped when the giant cock first penetrated her
… Sawagga held me fast, or otherwise I would have heeded my instincts to go to her aid.

But indeed, a few moments later, she seemed to have swiftly adjusted to the massive intruder inside of her, even thrusting her arse back to meet his increasingly brutal thrusts.

The gathered Star Wolves were silent, all staring at the mating.

No doubt they were envying Gall…
As I envied Emily.

Yes, watching their coupling now, I could not help but wish to be in her place… Even as I knew the thought was
utterly shameful.

But not
quite
in her place. In the back of my mind, it was Sawagga who would servicing me…

He seemed to sense my thoughts

Sawagga held me tightly to him as I watched Emily bucking back to meet the jarring thrusts of Gall’s cock. I boldly pushed my own arse back, rubbing it against the pillar of one of his mighty thighs.

He grabbed me by the waist and picked me up again, so that my arse was at the level of his groin.

That bulge I’d noticed earlier under his leather pants was now pushing into the softness of my buttocks, it felt hard as steel, and I thought I felt it jerk and grow even through the leather of his pants, like an awakening serpent.

He rubbed the bulge into my arse and I wished his pants and my dress were off… The rubbing was only a tease and I felt like I needed much more.

“I love your big behind,” he whispered to me. “Wide and soft and bouncing when I lift you… Your little friend is lovely, but Sawagga’s-She with all her curves is the beauty I have been seeking. Sarah, so soft and so sweet-smelling…”

Meanwhile, on the
furs in front of us, Gall had his hands on the floor to the side of Emily’s head, his knees near her ankles…

He was over her now, covering her, only his cock making contact with her vulnerable flesh as it sluiced in and out of her cunnie, the muscles in his tattooed behind driving it mercilessly in the mating.

Thrust, thrust, thrust…
Fulfilling his male imperative.

The chamber was filled with the soft music of their mating, the rhythm of his hard thighs on her soft little arse, and their mutual sighs and grunts.

Emily had her head down now, her cheek pressed hard to the furs, her face turned towards us.

Her eyes were closed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, running absently over her lips, lost in a daze of lust. Her posterior was held high so that
her lover could go deep, driving in hard and far with each thrust so that the tip of his cock had to be kissing the mouth of her womb each time it was sheathed.

Emily let out a moan that seemed to be too low and deep a noise for such a small woman. The pupils of her eyes rolled up, showing the whites, and a strand of drool ran from the corner of her mouth.

It was as if shy, demure Emily had disappeared, and some new creature—a she-wolf—had taken her place.

Would Sawagga expect the same from me? The same kind of animal lust, complete surrender? He had aroused me, yes, but to give in to this bonding fully, to surrender to instinct, to lose one’s personhood, as it were… Even if only temporarily…

Did I want that? I’d tried all my life to control my impulses, I’d always been taught that discipline and self-control were the only way to live. After the stable boy incident, I’d tried hard to resist the charms of men…

While I continued to watch the “performance” of Gall and Emily, Sawagga refocused his atte
ntions from my breasts to parts lower down.

His thick hands squeezed my buttocks through the fabric of my dress, as if testing the ripeness of each cheek. And then, he was lifting me up, his left hand under my arse, until I was sitting on his left hand and forearm.

He moved his right hand under my dress… And between my legs.

I reflexively tried to close my thighs, but with the strength of his fingers alone, he managed to push them open.

And then, those same fingers were exploring the outside of my sopping wet womanhood, one knuckle rubbing roughly over my clitoris.

I couldn’t help myself…

I bucked against his hand, moaning, electric thrills shooting through my body.

Sawagga inserted one of his big fingers inside of me. He slowly wriggled it past the thick ring of muscles at the opening to probe the
soft, clinging depths within.

Hi
s fingers were so big that having one moving inside me was like having an average-sized cock in there… So big and yet it wriggled so adroitly, making me shudder.

I shuddered again when, using my copious lubrication, he inserted a second finger. It seemed like it would be more than I could stand… Especially when his thumb joined in to massage my clitoris, rubbing it in steady, vigorous circles.

I was being massaged inside and out, my senses assaulted by his confident touch and his male scent, and my vision filled with the sight of Gall and Emily’s own public mating.

It was just too much.

I started to rock in the makeshift seat of my captor’s arm, with his fingers assaulting me, churning inside my womanhood.  My whole body seemed drawn up tight, and I pulled up my legs, quivering and shaking.

“
Aaaaaaa… aaaaaaaahh…” I moaned.

I felt embarrassed, helpless… But given a chance to stop it, I would not have.

I had never actually experienced an orgasm before in my life. My stable boy had been far too selfish for that, and though I’d come close, touching myself under the bed sheets in the night a few times… I’d always been afraid, held back.

But Sawagga had freed me now, by not giving me a choice to back down from the pleasure.

My cunnie started to involuntarily clamp down on his thick fingers, as waves of hot pleasure shot through me. Pleasure shooting up past my burning nipples, up to my head, making me feel giddy.

And… YES! Yes!

Each spasm was a glorious release. I could feel myself down below squeezing and milking his fingers hard. Each time my internal muscles clamped down, the feeling was exquisite.

Meanwhile,
Gall was thrusting into Emily so brutally now that with each thrust, she jerked forward on the furs, her body jarred by the impact of each deep plunge into her body. Gall was covered in a sheen of sweat, droplets running down his heavily muscled back and flying from the braids of his hair when he thrashed his head around…

Emily made a sound that I at first mistook for sobbing.

“Eeeeee,” she squealed. “Eeeeee, eeeeeeeee…” The sound rising in pitch as she went on.

I could hear the tension in her voice
, the need for a release, her climax, an end to the now unbearable pressure of sensation.

At the same time, I watched Gall’s sweating, tattooed back, the muscles flexing and rippling…

It seemed to be a trick of the light, but the fur on his back seemed to spread, growing thicker. His shoulders looked as if they were expanding, widening, the tapered silhouette of his manly torso become something massive and… less human.

No, it was
NOT my imagination. He was growing larger, hairier even as he continued his mating with Emily. His fingers extended into claws …

Oh my gods! He was
shifting
, in the middle of the mating! Becoming more wolf, and less human… A feral form. Still shaped roughly like a man, but bestial. The hunting form of the shifter.

But Sawagga grabbed me and held me tight. “No,” he said. “Gall has mastery of the beast inside. This means his crisis is near, and they are about to bond.”

Indeed, Sawagga was right. A second later, the transformation reversed, Gall shrinking again, the heavy fur melting away to reveal his olive-skinned, tattooed back.

Human-looking again… But still with the soul of a wolf.

Gall’s mouth went wide and he let out an ear-splitting howl, and he reared back on his knees, raising himself up.

Emily, impaled on his cock, came up with him for a moment,
held against his chest as he clung to her soft flesh with his giant hands, as if needing to display his conquest of the female to all.

He came back down to the floor again
, and Emily came down with him with a jolt, on all fours again.

Yet, she didn’t seem hurt. Indeed, she seemed energized herself by her lover’
s display, climaxing in that moment.

“Yes!” she screamed. “I am Gall’s-She! Yes!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

She thrashed her head about, her dark locks
hanging in her eyes, looking like a madwoman… Overwhelmed by her pleasure as her entire body shook and spasmed.

Gall was still pounding into her…

Now, he grabbed Emily’s waist and thrust forward one final time. I saw the thick, dark knot at the base of his penis disappear into her—

--
and he held it there.

Gall moaned in a voice that still echoed of animal fierceness, then grunted as his own climax overtook him.

I thought I could see the powerful muscles in his shoulders and torso twitching along with his contracting testicles as he began to fill his mate.

He wrapped his arms and legs protectively around Emily as he remained inside of her, his cock held in deep by the knot.

He rolled onto his side and held her entwined by his body, her back to his chest. Both of them were covered with sweat. She moaned faintly and he jerked and grunted softly as his body continued to slowly, rhythmically pump its male essence into his mate’s womb in the manner of a lupine breeding.

Or the breeding of a Star Wolf’s mate…

I thought that Emily’s abdomen actually bulged slightly from the presence of the big cock now locked inside of her, but she smiled sleepily in Gall’s arms and showed no sign of discomfort.

The gathered pirates now cheered, chanting “Gall’s-She! Gall’s-She!” but the couple entwined on the floor ignored them.

“It is done,” Sawagga told
me. “They are tied and bonded. Even when their bodies separate, they will remain joined in mind and soul forever.”